Night School

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

We took it from a Lamborghini to a dressing room

We took it from the dressing room to her mama room

I get deep in the box, I didn't even set the moods

Call it California cuddling, California cuddling

I told the baby not to worry, I’ma cop her some new boobs

Stay in your jurisdiction, I bring everything to you

I told her not to worry about no nigga without a clue

Pay her little sister tuition, she don't need no night school

[Chorus: Young Thug]

She don't need no night school

Mmm, hey, hey, hey

She hotter than soup

Hotter than Loubs, higher than Coogi suits

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]

Uh, wheeze

They ain’t even my speed

Flexin' on these niggas got me throwin' on my tee

Got me jumpin' in my crowd

Got me throwin' up money

Got me goin' in my golds

Got me showin' off my teeth, like

Black privilege gotta mean somethin', uh

Dark liquor for the weak stomach, uh

White styrofoam cup with lean on it

Pull up microphone out, let her sing on it

Aggressions, comparisons

To fake means is embarrassing

Give ’em classic, if it matters, I’m embarrassed

I think about a state of mind and how my state is more passive

Few milli' spend on bad habits

Other half on taxes